Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A dim lit lantern sits in the desolate desert, A storm brings a chill to a dark, dangerous night, The moon called in sick, the stars hardly shine,
By Dylan 4 months ago in Poets
I have a hard time writing about love Every time I give my heart away And say "Here hold this" I tenderly care for theirs
By Tanya Lei4 months ago in Poets
I was excellent at hiding behind masks for a long time, or at least I thought I was. * They took many shapes and forms:
By David Muñoz3 months ago in Poets
Certain mornings the Sun hits the bathroom just right and I can look myself in the eye without having to think anything, but how the light shines through my iris,
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Poets
All I have come to know is rage. A simmering sort where the smallest flame Threatens to turn me into an inferno— Unfettered by reason,
By Obsidian Words4 months ago in Poets
I saw a shadow but I was not there,©️🎭 My heart beat went where nothing could be felt. Straight face.©️🎭 Yet I stayed. ©️🎭
By Caitlin Charlton4 months ago in Poets
Rigidity of 3D vs. Sovereignty of 5D In the 3D world, rigidity masquerades as truth. Conformity is rewarded. Control is mistaken for clarity.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
I hold your absence like a struck match glow, Bright at the edges where my fingers burn, While darkness pools in places I can't know,
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
“if men define situations as real, they are real in their consequences” (Thomas and Thomas, The child in America, Knopf, Oxford, 1928, p. 572)
By Teresa Renton4 months ago in Poets
I love this life that I am currently living and that’s what I am afraid of loving it too much. I am the main character, can it stay that way please? Yet, I see the joy of what a new baby can bring I see that parents would do anything for their child. Would I be able to put my needs aside to help? Is it wrong to think that I’d be a horrible mother? Is it wrong to think that I’d rather be sipping tea and reading?
By Ada Zuba4 months ago in Poets
The door opens upon a new day dawning, Just another 24 hours in the grand scheme of things, The wind blows, never needing a reason,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 months ago in Poets
You roll in my ashes trying to rekindle the flame With hot and cold flashes set your site and take aim Striking the matches
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
